Forgetfulness hits us in varying degrees and at different points of time in our life , which actually makes us think , and wonder as to , is it really that we are ageing ( we are told , that with age we tend to forget isn't it ? ) or are we really stressed , too much stressed that we tend to forget things on and off…
Adventure starts in my house early morning with, my husband
leaving for the office around the same time when my son leaves of school, so
you can imagine, how is it for a wife and mom at that point of time, I am
actually multitasking, packing my son’s lunch box, giving the breakfast to my husband,
with occasional shouts at my son, “Get ready fast or you may miss your bus “.
After few minutes the house is a silent zone, and that’s the
time I sit with the newspaper in one hand and my breakfast in the other. I eat
up the entire breakfast, just wondering what is that one thing missing on the
table. “Coffee” of course, I realize when hours later, I open the microwave to
warm my lunch and see my coffee mug inside.
“That’s Forgetful Me ….”
I generally pull my reading glasses over my head, when I am
not doing any reading or writing and then race down the entire house trying to track
them down, telling myself “Why don’t I keep my things where they belong” and as
soon as I bend down to check a particular drawer, they slide down from my head and
sit on my nose…….
“That’s Forgetful Me ….”
To search for my car keys, is like a treasure hunt in the
house, starting from the purse, to the kitchen shelves, near the micro and above
the fridge. After a lots of efforts and mournful sighs I go and sit on the sofa
in the living room, and there the keys are between the Laughing Buddha statue
and the phone , of course yesterday when I entered the house , the first thing I
did was , attended a phone call ….
“That’s Forgetful Me ….”
The grocery list always seems to
be missing from my purse and I always wonder how it finds its way out from my purse!!
Cribbing and cursing I manage to fill the trolley with the necessities. I return
home and place the grocery bags in the kitchen, walk upon the refrigerator to
grab a bottle of water, there I see the grocery list, tucked to a smiley fridge
magnet …” viola I never made it to your purse”….
“That’s Forgetful Me ….”
Tea parties with friends on a
particular day is very much marked on my planner and I read it as a ritual
daily, telling myself that I have to be there without fail. The reminder of the
same thing is on my phone as well, which I quietly close when it rings. When a
friend calls to check how long would I take to reach, as everyone is waiting
for me …? I just realize that I got busy
into something else …
“That’s Forgetful Me ….”
I wonder, I am starting to lose
my brain power, am I really losing it upstairs.
I wonder, what is that I should do? I think I need to focus, and without any excuses.
I may be forgetful at times, and I
can’t rely on people to remind me things or take care of me …..
After all I am grown up now – I have
to take care of my memory and myself…
I should take note of it and clip
it on my soft board... but where is my Writing PEN!!!
“That’s Forgetful Me ….”
This post is the part of Write Over The Weekend ,an Initiative for Indian Bloggers by Blogadda.
6 comments:
hadNice description of that sweet forgetfulness which we face daily in our household....Good Luck
Thank you . :)
OMG,,,I thought I was the only one forgetting things..guess am not alone !
Guari , I feel great to read as well , that I am not alone as well :)
I just love the way you always turn simple everyday events into interesting and thought provoking writings in such lucid and articulate language. Keep it Up Shanu!
Thanks Kalpana.
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